Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 18:38:29 EDT
From: Alexcarbine01@aol.com
Subject: A Gay Massage 005

A Gay Massage 05

By

Alex Carbine



This is to be the last chapter in this particular tale, although I may
return at a later date.

SHOULD YOU BE READING THIS?  If you have to think before you answer, or it
is illegal in your country, or you could be offended by the contents of sex
between consenting males, move on! DO NOT READ THIS.

Please do not reproduce these articles without my permission.

As it is a piece of fiction, the characters do not use safe sex. Reality is
cruel, you will have to.



A Gay Massage 05


So there I am, sitting in the corner of the Customer Lounge, keeping out of
the way whilst the Staff set up the tables for a finger buffet, wearing my
gift from Jay, the Owner. He has given me a black jock strap to wear so
that health and hygiene is maintained with regards to the food. I sit
watching the staff at work, drawn to their uniform white shorts made of
almost transparent nylon, which shows their black jock strap
underwear. Even the girls wear one, with a black lacy bra to match. I am
fascinated as they move about there business, watching mainly the males and
the two black straps hugging their cheeks, or the black pouch wobbling
between their legs.

They soon complete the preparations and the trestle tables are covered with
banqueting sheets, making them look like solid white blocks. This is then
covered with a selection of cutlery wrapped in napkins, plates, butter
dishes, salt and peppers, bud vases down the middle, all the trappings of a
professional buffet. Only the food remains to be positioned, and that will
happen later when all the Guests have arrived.

>From my seat near to the right of the Entrance door, I can see the Invited
as they first arrive in the room. Everyone who enters is now naked, but for
the 'de rigueur' black jock, and to my surprise there are a few females as
well. Sipping my gin and tonic I can see the various sizes of their
packages, from the modest bulge to the enormous.  Many know each other and
there is the expected horseplay with the jocks' waistbands being snapped or
the exaggerated pulling back of the front to look into another's
pouch. After a while I stand up and join the crowd at the Bar. Whilst
waiting for another G & T I feel a hand on my bottom. I turn to its owner
to find it is my Host, Jay, the Owner. I thank him for the kind Invitation
and he answers that he hopes everything comes up to expectations. His hand
never leaves my buttock. I look down and can see that his cock is
semi-erect in its cotton holder. 'I'm sure it will, given time,' I answer
through a smile. His fingers slide in between my cheeks and his middle
finger gently caresses my rose bud a couple of time. 'I hope you will let
me have the first 'dance' tonight. My Staff tell me that we will both enjoy
it.' He says and sips his drink. 'I look forward to it,' I answer and
clench my cheeks together a couple of times, trapping the finger
momentarily. 'I will look forward to it,' he says, removing his hand. 'But
I must mingle with the others.' He moved away and another at the Bar takes
his place. I realise that he, and others are looking at me. 'How long have
you known Jay?' he asks. 'I think that is between he and I,' I say a little
curtly.  The guy moves away and the Barman gives me a nod and a smile as he
gives me my drink. 'Quite right Sir. Nosey old Queen. Jay is a very private
man.' I thank him for the drink and move away from the Bar. I stand
watching the guests. There are the 'Theatricals' with broad hand gestures,
over-worked facial expressions who look at everyone but the person they are
talking to and have a speech pattern that is either very fast or
deliberately slow for emphasis. There are quieter, less overt men, who
would be more comfortable keeping their hands in their pockets, who look at
who they are speaking to in the eye, and do not loudly speak to the
room. There are the bodies who train, have muscles and know it. They stand
and occasionally flex as if at a competition, saying nothing until they
have the attention of whomever it was they were peacocking at. And there
are those who are checking everyone out to see who is bigger or
smaller. Their eyes are mainly looking between the top of the legs near
them, whilst they slowly stroke their own semi-erect package. And which
category do I fit into I ask myself smiling? I suppose I am a bit of each.

I look towards the sound of a glass being tapped so it rings. Jay is
standing up on a small raised dais. He holds his hands up and asks for
quiet. After a few seconds he gives an off-the-cuff welcome to the
evening. He wants everyone to have a great time, reminds everyone that bad
behaviour will not be tolerated which is greeted by laughter, and asks
those near the empty buffet tables to let the staff bring in the food.  As
he steps back down into the crowd, I start to applaud and everyone follows
my lead. Jay comes over to me and puts his hand round my shoulders. He puts
his mouth near my left ear, 'Thanks for that, I was drying up' he
whispered. 'Let's hope it's the only time you do tonight,' I tell him,
turning my head to his so that we are almost touching noses. I look into
his eyes and a shiver goes down my spine of a kind a have never felt. He
smiles and wrinkles his nose at me almost impishly. Then the moment is
over. He turns to talk to someone to his side releasing me from his hold,
and I realise I am holding my breath.

The buffet is excellent. I will not go into a long description, but just
let you know that it is expensively professional. As the main courses are
cleared a selection of sweets replace them, which in turn are replaced by
cheese, biscuits and petit fours. By this time I think I have spoken to
nearly everyone, including several of the women who are all very friendly
and openly lesbian. It is whilst I am talking to two of these ladies that
Jay joins the group. The ladies squeak excitedly and kiss him. 'I am so
glad you have met May and Mags,' he says to me, 'as I want you to see them
a little later.' He looks at me to see my reaction. I must admit I am
slightly lost by the suggestion but give a friendly shrug and say 'Why
not?' Again the ladies squeak and giggle with excitement and this time they
kiss me, one to each cheek. 'See you later then' Jay says and steers me off
into the crowd. 'What was all that about?' I ask. 'You'll see' is his
answer.

Jay steps up onto the little stage and calls for hush. 'I hope you have all
had your fill,' he says and there is a hubbub of agreement. 'I think we can
now retire to the other parts of the Club, so that the lads can clear up in
here. Coffee and tea will be served all evening and the Bar has to close at
Midnight. I ask that you leave things as you find them wherever you go, and
respect others' privacy unless asked otherwise. I think that's about it
from me.' He looks down at me and smiles then back over the room. 'Let the
games begin.' He is met by cheers and applause, which dies as the guests
exit through the various doors. Jay steps down from the little stage and
takes hold of my hand. I don't know why, but I suddenly ask, 'How old are
you?' '42, and you?' '38,' I answer and give him the silliest of grins as
he says, ' So we are both old enough to know better?' He takes my hand and
leads me through a door into the Offices area. I realise I know nothing
about him but his age and the fact he owns the Club.

His Office is a large room not dissimilar from the massage rooms I had been
in, but brightly lit, with a large office table, computer and phone gear,
comfy seats, and security monitors, as well as the leather sofa, massage
table and equipment locker. As he enters, he dims down the lights
slightly. He goes to his desk and picks up a TV remote. 'Make yourself
comfortable' he says gesturing to the comfy swivel chairs. I sit down and
he activates the monitors.

There are some twenty small screens surrounding one large 42-inch plasma
screen. I look at the monitors and realise that every public room in the
Club must be covered, although I had never been aware of the cameras. As I
watch I can see various people at various things. Here a blowjob, there a
bum fuck, with hardly any repetition of a sexual act at all. I am amazed at
the sights unfolded on these TVs. I look to the front of Jay's jock strap,
as he stands sideways to me. I can see his cock pointing straight out in
front of him, tenting the material. I get up and stand beside him. I am
getting hard myself. I feel his left hand on my right buttock. I put my
hand on his left buttock and we lightly caress each other as we look at the
screens in front of us. I follow his lead when I feel his middle finger
draw up and down across my anus, and stroke my finger across his twitching
ring. I am fully hard and I look down at his cock. In the light of the
monitors his hard cock head is clearly peeping out of the top of his
waistband. He has been looking at each of the pictures and with a push of
the remote selects one screen and displays it on the big plasma
screen. Manipulating the remote he zooms in on a guy giving another a suck
in one of the rest rooms. The one is lying on the bed whilst the other
bends over him, holding the erect cock and bobbing his head up and down on
it. A few more clicks of the remote and the plasma now has split the same
scene to show from four directions, looking from the head of the guy lying
down, from his feet, from above and sideways up the bum of the sucker. I
can clearly see that the guy being sucked has reached his hand out between
the legs of his sucker and his middle finger is working in and out of the
chute of his sucker, finger fucking him. The sucker stands up and we see
from each side of him his stiff cock pointing out from his body. The guy on
the bed rolls onto his side, takes hold of him and starts to suck him. My
hand goes round to the front of Jay's pouch and I feel his big rigid meat
for the first time. I take hold of Jay's hard-on through the fabric and
slowly wank him. He pushes his finger up my hole. After the afternoon's
sports it slips in easily. After a short time the guy on the bed rolls back
onto his back, his cock jutting into the air. The other guy climbs onto the
bed and squats over the cock. He reaches between his legs and gets hold of
it, then lowers himself onto it, guiding it into his hole. Jay zooms in to
give us a close-up of the cock disappearing into him. He starts to ride the
guy's prong.

I realise I am shaking with excitement. 'Why don't we sit down?' Jay asks
and guides me to the sofa. We sit down and I ask him how the cameras can
work in an almost dark environment. 'Modern technology is wonderful, isn't
it?' he replies.

The main screen switches to another room. Here two females are
displayed. As one eats the shaven cunt of the other, licking the very
prominent clitoris and sucking it, another camera is looking up her own
shaven haven, showing her piss flaps swollen open with her excitement of
eating her friend's pussy. As the kneeling les looks up to her friends
face, I recognise Meg. So it must be May how is lying down being licked.
'I told you we would see them later.' Jay says. By this time Jay has
reached over with his left hand and is stoking my cock as I watch almost
mesmerised. 'Which screen would you like to see next?' asks Jay. I pick the
one showing the dry sauna. Three men are inside. One man is lying down
sucking another who is bending over his head whilst the third fucks his
arse. Jay sets the various angles up and then he turns my seat to point
towards him. My eyes stay on the plasma screen. I feel the warm wetness of
his mouth sliding down my cock. I watch the drama of the three men in the
sauna, as Jay holds the base of my cock and gives me a great suck. He pulls
my foreskin back down as far as it will go towards my pewter cock ring and
swirls his tongue round the purple, engorged and stretched head. He slowly
slides his head down, swallowing as he deep throats my pole until his nose
reaches the hairless skin of my body. He repeats this for almost a minute;
by this time the three guys have changed positions.  With one guy kneeling
on a bench in the middle of the other two, the others fuck his mouth and
his love chute. One is holding his head whilst the other his hips, both
dragging themselves in up to the hilt with each stroke. This goes on until
the one fucking his mouth is almost cumming when they stop seemingly by
agreement and swap positions, each taking it in turns to give and take.

I lean back in my swivel chair and look down at Jay. All I can see is his
shoulders and his bobbing head as he leans forward from his chair to suck
at my cock. He sits back up, and we look at each other smiling. 'This is a
fantastic set-up' I say. 'Yes and few know of it's existence.' He turns to
the screen and pushes at the remote buttons again.  'I would appreciate it
remains a secret. It could be misused badly. Everything is encrypted for
security with codes that only I know, but you never know.' He swivels his
seat back to me and stands up. The fabric of this black pouch, the
unconscious object of my desires tonight, is wet to the touch as I stroke
the upright outline of his cock with the back of my hand. I reach my other
hand to him and lovingly pull his jock down to reveal for the first time,
to me, his cock. He steps out of his supporter. I can see the lining is
patterned silver with reflected light from his pre-cum. My hand closes
round him. He steps forward so that his knees are at the front of my
chair. He is about 10 inches and uncut. His shaft has a series of raised
veins running the length of it, meandering like rivers. Pre-cum is dibbling
continually from the slit on the head. I lick it away, immediately tasting
is salt. His cock is pulsating in my hand, expanding for a second at a time
as his muscles twitch maintaining the blood in his engorged member and
tightening his sphincter. I pull down on it, pulling his foreskin back,
seemingly making the helmet push itself forward as the skin rolls back
until it lodges behind the glans. I lick this revealed fruit. I take hold
of his low swinging ball sack and feel the balls retained inside it. Jan
lets his head fall back between his shoulders.  'Oh Alex! Suck me!' he
hisses. I lick his cockhead again then envelope it with my mouth, sliding
my lips up and down the shaft, my tongue working the back of the head. His
finger tips at the back of my head gently guide me to go deeper down the
shaft, until I am travelling from the tip to its base and back, time and
again. I can feel his cock thickening in my throat. His balls start to
withdraw into his body. I know he is about to climax in my mouth, when
surprisingly he pulls away from me. 'Plenty of time before we have to cum,'
he murmurs, looking down at me in his hands. I look at the plasma screen
and see a man getting a blowjob from a masseur. The camera zooms in over
the masseur's shoulder to show the guy whose cock is being sucked. I wonder
how Jan can manipulate the TV remote when he is holding my head in both
hands. I watch as the guy's neck arches back. His eyes are screwed
tight. His mouth is open as he gasps in breath raggedly. I realise I am
watching a recording of myself.

I stand only to slump back into the swivel chair again. Jan sits in front
of me and takes my hands in his. 'I was flicking through the rooms to see
what was happening. It was a very quiet day.' He looks down at his hands
holding me and continues. 'I saw you first in Reception and then followed
you after. I don't know why, but I had the strangest emotion. I had fallen
in love with you. Strange....no!  Impossible....but true....Just like
that.' His quiet voice almost sounded like a sob. 'I have run the
recordings of you almost continuously since then. I have dreamt of you in
this room, and then you walk into Reception when I just happen to be there!
I don't believe in fate, or star signs. It was meant to happen.' He looks
up at me. I am immobile. My eyes are wide with....I don't know,...just
wide. You hear of jaws dropping, mine IS slack and dropped. Jan sees all of
this and looks away to the side.  'Oh God' he mutters. Reality rushes back
for me. I become aware again of sight, sound and smell. I see Jan sinking
into the deepest of despair, I can smell the aroma for our sex, and I hear
myself saying, 'That's the wonders of modern technology!'

His face whips round to me. His hands tighten on mine. I lean forward. So
does he.  We kiss on the lips then his arms are around me and mine around
him. We virtually wrestle with our kiss. When we peel apart it is for
air. 'Fuck!' he says. 'I could do with a drink'. He saunters over to a
cabinet and pours himself a brandy. 'G & T?' he asks. I nod my
affirmative. He comes back to me with a drink in each hand. I watch as his
semi-erect cock swings from side to side. I grab hold of it. 'Promise me
you will never record me again without my knowledge,' I say, my voice with
just an edge to it.  I pantomime my intentions of biting the head off. 'I
promise,' he answers. 'But,' I say,' we will have great fun making
recordings that I do know about!' Our glasses clink together. 'To the
future' he toasts. 'To the cumming future,' I counter toast.

We have lived happily together for over two years now. Jan has expanded the
Club and I have been his financial advisor, keeping the books. We now own
several similar Clubs, and have also recently purchased a marvellous old
house in its own grounds, which is being renovated into a Spa and
Retreat. Possibly I will write about them at a later date.

Contact me at Alex carbine01@aol.com and let me know what you think.